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Aug 18, 2005 10:37

word from the mountains: my father called last night from his adventures in higher altitudes. turns out he's a rising star amoung the group and they even call him 'frank the tank'. ah greatness.

last day of work. surprisingly it feels a bit sad to leave all these people. granted, for the greater part of this job i was miserable. they are sending me off with a pizza party and then i'm being taken to 99x.

i keep sneezing and my usual lack of clothing to sleep last night fucked me because i woke up with a small cold. colds are forbidden in the summer! and so are peoples bullshit or fake interactions that i'm getting way tired of.

i'm being left at the crack of dawn tomorrow. and then beach with the force.
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